“Seventy-five years. That’s how much time you get if you’re lucky. Seventy-five years. Seventy-five Winters. Seventy-five Springtimes. Seventy-five Summers. And… Read more it’s all just borrowed time
Category: F*ck Cancer
damn girl, get your shit together
When January rolled around, I already knew and was planning for my goals for 2018 (I prefer to call them… Read more damn girl, get your shit together
sorry, life isn’t a curated instagram feed
Wow – welcome to July! I can’t believe that we are halfway through 2018, and how long it’s really been… Read more sorry, life isn’t a curated instagram feed
37 years
“Do you want me to write you a thank you card, too?” my mother asked. “For what?” I asked, confused.… Read more 37 years
birthdays, a new year, and hospital visits
I haven’t written here in a long time (the end of September, to be exact). At first, I took a… Read more birthdays, a new year, and hospital visits
